Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.